Page 67 of Knot My Only Fan

“You’re mine. Everyone is going to know you’re mine.“ She thinks this is fake, but it is going to be very much real.

“You’re not a bad guy, are you?” She glances briefly at my lips before her eyes flicker back to meet mine. “Doing this for me.”

I lift my hand from her chin to her cheek, stroking over the soft skin and finally speak the words that have been lingering on the tip of my tongue. “I’ll do anything for you because…”

“Oh my God, I’m going to be sick,” she interrupts, turning away from me and running into the hotel lobby.

“Can you make it to your room?” I ask as she heads to the elevator.

She shrugs her shoulders.

I rush my left arm under her knees and my right around her waist and sweep her off her feet. “Hold on.”

Tears glisten in her eyes as she searches my face. “It’s a shame I never met you eight weeks ago.”

I smile.

Maybe I can make her fall in love with me before the night of her heat is revealed. And before she ends up with Lucas forever and excludes me from their pack. I know he wants her. Luckily for me, his father stands in his way at the moment.

But how will she react? Knowing I was there on the night of her heat, too?

I hate she agreed, but remembers nothing about me. And my heart feels like it’s going through the shredder again.

I hate I’m too scared to tell her.

The elevator stops on the floor of where she is staying. I glance at the panel on the wall showing the directions of the rooms.

“What’s your room number?”

“Five, one, two,” she says, staring at the keycard in her hand.

I don’t hesitate, turn left and stride to her room.

She flashes the card across the scanner; the door opens with a snick, and a moment later I place her on the bed and hope her nausea has disappeared.

Her eyes follow me as I walk around the suite. I check everywhere. The windows, the bathroom, the closet. I check every damn thing to make sure I’m not leaving her alone with any weirdos.

When I turn back to her, she is holding her stomach with one hand and her throat with her other as she tries to shimmy off the bed.

“I need to vomit,” she groans. “I shouldn’t have eaten the dessert. It was too rich for my stomach.”

“Let me.” I rush to her, take hold of her hand, and lead her to the bathroom.

“Oh my God, don’t watch me puke my guts up. Just because we’re… whatever we are, doesn’t mean I’m not embarrassed.”

Her words catch me off guard. “You’re being ridiculous.” My voice is rougher than I’d like. “Regardless of what we are, I’m an alpha and if you think I’m going to let my omega go through this alone, you are very much mistaken.”

“But I’m not your omega,“ she says quietly.

“You are. This agreement means you’re mine.” I growl out. “Now, for God’s sake, let me look after you.”

She eyes me warily. “It won’t be pretty.”

I tug a hand through my hair and smile. “I can cope with a little vomit.”

She presses her hand on her tummy. “It’s gone now,” she fires back.

“We’ll wait five minutes.” I step back and lean against the counter.

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